Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Faust,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.